Tapas Baidya

My Window - Poem by Tapas Baidya

When I open the window of the southern side
I feel I did not take any foot step from my childhood
The exterior wind blows gentle with motherly touch

Wherever I look there the woods arise
In the dimness of memories departed long

Time is nothing but a battle and defeats me repeatedly
My frustration makes me return to my window
And that very time I solemnly try to make a voyage
In the ripples of rip-roaring tide and times

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  • (10/28/2008 6:54:00 AM)

    by the side of the window i comply all my pain and hapiness time may fly away and will not come back to me
    im waaiting fro a time whn time comes back to me
    looking through window till the end of horizon
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  • (8/22/2008 6:59:00 AM)

    It is true that no one can win this battle against time! However our sincere efforts
    are not all lost, and a few fruits are left behind!
    -Raj Nandy
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2008

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